☽ The World's Song ☽

[lemonke 1873]

 

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"Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life -  think of it, dream of it, live on that idea...This is the way to success"

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There sat, an elder of ascension whose mind and body seemed to have reached their highest heights of power and enlightenment; with her body twisted and mixed with holy blessings and constant resolution, she was truly the peak of any mortal. Being more than just a walking shell. Although she found herself in this state of absolution, once she was immersed in the environment around her, she heard nothing. How could she hear nothing? How could she hold onto the nothingness in her ears when she grasped the heights of ascension in her long elf? A conundrum that crooked her focus for a brief moment. These doubts unfold, and subtle inquiries emerge. A voice arose in the deeps of her cranium:

 

“You must hear the world’s song."

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"You must learn how to hear and listen.”

 

And so she remembered such words; for throughout her life, she learned only to behold, witness, and see the unsung songs and environment around her. She never heard what must have been heeded. Her ascension, her old age mattered not, for much still she needed to learn. So, she focused, for a moment, daring to challenge the silence around her. Thus, her true training began; she challenged her anxieties and doubts throughout this ordeal. Soon, her ears caught a glimpse of a tune, a healing tune of a waterfall, before she also heard the chirping birds, then rocks and stones alike that were being pushed along the current of the water. Through this world's song, she gradually gained a deeper understanding of what plagued her. Yet, the training was not completed for she had much to hear still, the world's song was not completed. Nevertheless, not an impossible challenge for her long life bestowed her ancient wisdom to progress without turning back.

 

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However, nature and animals would not be the only ones witnessing her training, for in the deeps of one’s slumber; an Oyashiman teacher, who could see in a dream a soft golden land that was displayed like a majestic forest surrounded by a pure waterfall. Through this vision, she beheld the elder attempting her best to hear the world’s song, deeply meditating! What’s more, The Oyashiman teacher may see the elder differently, for the aforementioned Elder was twisted in a bright and damaged aura, that slowly was healing through the tune that sang among the dream she was experiencing! Alas, the Oyashiman could not partake in the dream in a physical manner, for she could only witness the journey that her old friend was taking. Only time will tell if the elder would succeed in her endless venture of hearing and learning; without a guide, but only with her mind and heart.

 

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Nothing of this is common knowledge as this is only a self development post! I felt creative today. Only @Moonish_Imp may know so due to the dream.